Prolific Spring

Today I have 12 ladybugs crawling around our window. Inside. These are the same ladies that have been around all winter, only more! All winter we've had at least one, sometimes three little red and black gems visiting daily, causing me to say we were going to have a mild winter. Which we have so far. We had a couple of snow days, and icy road days, but nothing like all the old timers, and weathermen were predicting.

So now, I'm thinking since there are so many gals hanging out, that we'll have one wonderful spring. Lots of color, lots of blossoms. That also means lots of pollen, but what the heck, what's a little sneezing compared to all the color?

Compass Wind

Compass Wind - the wind that comes at you from all directions. This phenomenon blew snow in my face, down my back, up each sleeve, and around me, covering my well insulated body with a coating of light flaky snow.

Snow drifts feet high, angle and curve, creating an op-art design in the driveway. Trees, some heavily covered in snow, while others barely dusted stand next to each other, creating snowy havens for birds searching for seeds. They try flying, but are blown to locations not on their agenda. Our pea fowl are smart, they are up in a neighbors barn, staying out of the wind and tornadoing snow.

The cats plod through the belly deep snow, then jump into a tire track. One stops, peering out into the trees. I can see the thoughts - Do I go out there and maybe catch a bird, or a mouse? Or do I go to house, meow pathetically to be let in, and go nap on a warm blanket? Warm blanket wins out.

I love it! Even though the temperature with wind chill is -7 degrees, I'm in heaven. I don't stay outside very long. Time just enough to feed all the birds, and clear walking paths and steps. Then I race to the door, stomping off snow as I go, trying to leave as much snow outdoors as I can. I don't want to clean up snow puddles.

Hot chocolate and warm cheesy biscuits wait for me, ready to be devoured. I love the snow, and all the good things it brings.

I Can't Find A Writing Prompt Today

I am stumped. At a loss for words -
     (My husband would be glad)

writing prompts . something
     nothing there
        click on this,
        click here -
     nothing, no prompts.
Just words about
writing prompts. "Here's
what I like to do...."

I DON'T CARE

Just give me a prompt.
What will I write about?
No inspiration,
no idea running around
my head. What do I
write about today?
     Do I really need to
be urged on my someones
words?

Is what I write really mine?
My idea?
     Maybe I'd better rethink
this prompt thing.

No Pressure, No Pressure at All

No pressure. I'm going away for a few days with a fellow writer. A friend to inspire, bounce ideas around, someone to tell me what I just spent an hour writing, stinks!

Hours and hours with no laundry to get in the way, no phone calls, no dusting, no meals to fix. Now what can I say is keeping me from writing? 

No excuses, I must write. 

Grab a piece of paper with scribbled ideas. Try to make sense of the original idea. Maybe I'll take it in that direction, maybe it will take me on a bumpy obtuse path that leads me somewhere else. Who knows? What starts out as a straight forward thing, in my mind, often becomes something very different, ending up not even close to my original thought.

Inspiration, just the right music to create by, just the right windowed view. The perfect company. Maybe I'll be able to come up with something original after all.

Tea Time

Tea, tea, wonderful tea,

the more you drink, the

more you pee.

Green, black, tips and

white, the first to the

fresh pot is always a

fight.

Tea can be soothing,

tea can be awakening,

never too much 

can be taken in.

Tea piping hot,

tea cold on ice

any way you drink

it is always nice.

Tea fanatic, coffee never

to cross these lips,

never adding sugar

to add to the hips.

My first blog of the year

filled with good cheer

drink up the tea,

and then post.

 

Freshman Granddaughter's First Day at a new School

So anyways, I went up to the teacher, and said Hi, I'm new, and like he said, Hi, sit over there behind Cory. And so, anyways, he's so hot, and like, 5 guys in the class said hi to me.
So anyways, one guy kept looking at me, and we kept like, looking at each other, and there are just so many hot guys in school.
So anyways, I went to my second period class, and it was like so full of hot guys, and anyways, 5 guys said hi, and one girl, so anyways, I sat down, then went to my next class.
The teacher asked for a volunteer to take me to the library, and one guy, he was sooooo hot, put his hand up, and then the teacher said to wait while she did a math problem on the board. Then she asked again for someone to take me to the library, and like 5 guys and one girl raised their hands, and the teacher chose the girl to go with me.
So anyways, I went to choir, and had a long talk with the teacher, and like, we figured out I needed to be in a more advanced choir class, and like, I went to my counselor, and had to wait, then went back to class. So anyways, there was a really hot guy in that class and he likes me, cause I can tell by his looks.
So, like anyways, my last class has 5 other girls with my first name in it, and one girl with the same last name and same middle name, but she spells her middle name differently. So anyways, the teacher asked me what I want to be called, and I said I didn't care, and anyways, because I need a different choir class, I might have to change my science class too, and the science teacher would really like that!
So anyways...........

Return of Old Friends

Early cold snap over, the warm (60 degrees) weather has come back, for the brief tease of heat before the chill of winter. The plants are hitting a short second growth spurt, and I was surprised by the return of our old friends the Ladybugs. These Ladybugs show up in the window of our master bathroom every spring. There are usually 12-15 of them, they crawl around the window sill, up and down the window, and occasionally fly around the room as I stay quietly seated.

These beautiful little beings have never shown themselves in this false spring before, so I was pleasantly surprised to see the three mixed up Ladybugs. Somehow their inner clock has also steered them wrong, tricking them into showing their pretty backs.

The Ladybugs only hang out in this one window; and I'm sure there is a nest of them, or hive, or whatever it is that their home is called, inside our southern facing wall. No harm, I hope, so I'm not about to find out, I enjoy my old friends, however brief their visit.